I'm not a mother I'd like to have.
My mother isn't who she used to be. I can't trust her anymore. She's letting the wrong voice in.
My father is so fatigued. You would be too.
My grandmother is blinded by hate and lies. She'll live forever, but I'll never really know her.
My brother may not survive over there. It really wouldn't be fair to him, he deserves so much more out of life... I wish he knew that.
My friends are thin. All we talk about is how we should get together more. That's hardly having anything in common. One of them, I feel like I never talk to her unless I've got something informative to talk about. I feel awkward and am overly aware of my elbows and how congested the skin on my face feels. I feel sick when I talk to her, because I know we probably aren't friends. I just need a friend so badly, but can't step out of this shell anymore.
I feel like I'm always reaching.
I feel remarkably sad that some of you are so far away from me, physically or emotionally.
I'm sorry for being a bad person. Perhaps I'm just bad at being a person.
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